Get Out Your Feelings lyrics

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[Hook: Reggie Rock]
Man what is you gay?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches
Why you worried bout me?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches

[Verse 1: Reggie Rock]
Aye homie where you from?
n*gga what is you gay?
f*ck off my face, I don't bang I spray
I'm gettin' a bone with that b*tch sh*t
Trynna dance with a thick b*tch
n*gga like aye sh*t, where she at?
I heard they got them thicker b*tch just chillin' in the back
I [?] another swisher, get it ready for the sag
Then gon find the baddest and make her sittin' on my lap
Tell her work it all night, like a graveyard shift
[?] her ass, make a n*gga in a graveyard [?]
Haters mad I don't know what really made y'all trip
Kiss my ass right before I go and take your b*tch
f*ck n*gga
You muggin' I'm chillin'
You buyin' I'm dealin'
Then I'm back on these women
Hoes ready and willin'
And n*ggas all in their feelings
Like

[Hook: Reggie Rock]
Man what is you gay?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches
Why you worried bout me?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches

[Verse 2: Leswood ]
Damn it's a lot of hoes right here uh (yes sir)
I need a few to come back with me
Aye, what's with that n*gga and that screw face
sh*t, good thing the homie got that Act with him
Kush with me, Swishers Sweets that black Henny
Box [?], gold rappers I packed plenty
n*ggas envy but all these b*tches is so friendly
Rollin' my weed up and broke it down in a 0-20
Man I be on some player sh*t
Like Jerome's in that house [?] b*tch
I'm too much about my money while you pay a b*tch
I'm trynna see if she deliver, make a take a trip
She got a fatty I'm drillin'
Got her legs to the ceiling
Pockets fat then I'm [?]
His b*tch chose now he grillin'
n*gga get out your feelings
[Hook: Reggie Rock]
Man what is you gay?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches
Why you worried bout me?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches


[Verse 3: RJ]
[?]
Get out of your feelings
I swears these n*ggas be more emo than these women
These n*ggas actin' like hoes I can sell those
n*gga I can tell a b*tch [?] clothes
n*gga put a gun at me down on Melrose
The goon with me leave slugs in his tailbone
[?]
Think about it if you was in the hood, would you make [?]
You can't even learn the hard [?]
Trynna get these hoes down to [?] for me
You trying talk about business it ain't the time homie
I know you been wanna meet me
Yeah you think it's your chance
But if you don't get about off my face and go dance

[Hook: Reggie Rock]
Man what is you gay?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches
Why you worried bout me?
Look at all these b*tches
Look at all these b*tches